Hum-dee-dum-dee-dum...

Funyun – Go right ahead, kick Remmie if you want to. I'm just so happy that I can make you feel something for him. Whee!

Nicky007 – Yes! I like evil! That and surprises. Evil surprises? Hehe...

And with that said, I'll let you get back to your cups.

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Hyde stood still as a statue, staring at Adria's ghastly figure in the other side of the room. She didn't even seem tired, she was crouched down and all he could see of her face was the glint in her yellow eyes. It twitched in his hand. He wondered how much longer he could go on. What if the potion wore off and she would attack when they were weak?

He clenched his fists and glared at her. She slowly walked out into the moonlight, circling around him, snarling. He waited for her to attack first, no doubt she was faster. He wished she would be still so he could snap her neck. At the thought of this, Jekyll protested in the back of his head. He ignored the annoying pest.

"C'mon, then..." he grumbled at her, sure that she could hear him. She growled at him, showing an impressive collection of sharp teeth. As if it was just a show, Hyde growled back.

Edward, the potion won't last much longer! Flee! Jekyll adviced him. He mumbled something. In that second, Adria took an impressive leap, aiming for Hyde's throat. Hyde reacted instinctively and his fist quickly slammed into Adria's chest, sending her straight into the wall. Something broke with a loud crunch and she yelped.

She collapsed on the floor and writhed in pain. Hyde stumbled towards the wall, leaning on it. He wouldn't get far, he would transform here, with her in the room. It was obvious that she would tear them to pieces. He felt Henry's fear in his pain.

"Cowardly worm..." he grumbled and looked at the werewolf. He heard something snap inside of her and could almost see her chest twitching. She looked up and snarled at him. Hyde raised his hand and made a rude gesture. Adria got up on her feet, growled and was gone from the room. Hyde almost sighed in relief. She fled from him.

He gritted his teeth and crossed his hands over his head. The transformation was no different, as always the pain was almost more than he could take. He fought down the nausea. Soon enough, it was Jekyll sitting there, his face hidden in his hands. He took a look around himself, checking to see if he was alone in the room. An insane giggling escaped him when he saw that he was. He soon recovered his senses.

Losing it, eh?It would be just like you.

"Shut up, Edward. We're alright and unhurt, that all that matters right now. I can't think of any time that I've been happier... right now." He replied to the voice in his head. He remembered that he was sitting in a house full of werewolves, he was half-naked and talking to himself. Or rather a part of himself. The thought of how it must have looked for someone who didn't know him made him smile while he cautously looked for the way out of the house.

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Tom brushed some sweat off his face. It was hellishly warm. He reloaded his rifle and looked around himself to see if there was any of the creatures in the shadows. After they had killed off a fair sum of them, they had started to attack out of the dark, striking as quick and silently as they could. He didn't remember when he had been cut off from the rest of the the League and the crewmembers. But now he was alone. Neither human nor werewolf were around.

He took some time trying to remember where the rest of them had gone. The crewmembers were either there or in the other house. Skinner and Nemo were gone. Hyde must be okay, what else? Who could bring him down? And Remington... well, Tom didn't care much for him, but it would be sad indeed if he happened to die. And Mina...

Tom froze in a move. Mina! He had forgotten about her! She had gone all alone to fight something, hadn't she? Pictures of what could have happened or was happening to her swam in his mind, but he shook them away and tried to find the way back to the stairs. She had gone upstairs. He had to find her and make sure that everything was okay.

He followed his own footsteps back to the entry, only the thought of Mina in his head. He got to the entry and even leapt one or two steps up in it before he realized that she was already standing at the top. He sighed in relief.

"Mina! Are you alright?" he asked her. She didn't even notice that he was there. He saw that her skin was unusually white, her blue eyes stared out into nothing. There was something odd about her. He carefully took a few steps closer to her and saw what was wrong. Her throat had been torn open. She had probably been drained again. The thought of it sickened him. He reached out and took her hand.

"Mina? Can you hear me?"

It took a long while before she finally turned her head towards him. She opened her mouth slightly. Tom didn't like the feeling it gave him, but he didn't leave her there. He took her other hand as well and gently stroked them with his thumbs.

"We heard our brother's screams..." she whispered so quietly he almost missed it. Tom frowned.

"Brother? What do you mean?"

"But we couldn't come." She continued as if she hadn't heard him, which she probably hadn't. "He called our names, cried for us. Told us about you and the silver murderer. You hurt our brother. Now we hurt you."

Tom shivered. Her voice was low and mechanical, like she read a text off a paper. He slowly began leading her down the stairs. She followed when he wanted him to, but didn't seem to be able to walk without someone telling her to.

"I'm going to take you out to the wagon. You can rest there, you don't have to stay in here any longer. Just follow me."

He opened the door and lead the way out. When the door slammed shut, he felt a hand on his shoulder. She pulled gently, almost like she was brushing something off his jacket, but he turned anyway. His gaze immediately locked with hers, and he stared deeply into her red eyes. He wanted to break free, scream, fight, make her stop, but all he could to was to stare at those beautiful eyes.

She leaned closer, and he thought that it was a kiss. Would she finally kiss him? He hoped so. But she didn't. He realized what was going on a moment before she bit him. He gasped, feeling her fangs cut through his skin and his blood flowing into her. He tried to push her away from him, but she was still a vampire. She was still stronger than him, even if she had been drained.

And now she was draining him.

Just moments later, he felt strange. His body was light and warm, and he had forgotten everything, he only knew about her. It was just a kiss, and he smelled her hair and gently stroked her back. Something interrupted, didn't it? Someone shouting. Who was that? He wanted him to go away. Then, like a veil had been torn away, he could hear every word he shouted at the top of his lungs.

"Mina! Stop it! Let go of him! Mina!" Jekyll screamed, trying to pull her away from Tom with sheer force. She gave him a puzzled look and seemed to understand what he wanted her to do. She let go of Tom and he collapsed on the ground.

Jekyll immediately kneeled down beside him and tore Tom's shirt off. He made a bandage out of it and tried to stop the flow of blood. Mina stood by Tom's feet, staring at him. She tried to wipe his blood away from her mouth, but only managed to smear it out over her face. Jekyll turned to her.

"Mina, if you don't help me we'll lose him."

"I think we will anyway, Doctor... I think I took too much. I'm so sorry, but they had..." she said and trailed off at the end. Mina and Jekyll looked at each other and then to Tom.

"But there must be something. There must be something we can do! We can't just let him die here!"

Mina looked at the wagon. She took Tom's lifeless body up in her arms.

"Get us to the town, and quickly. There is something we can do, but he will need blood. And I don't think the two of us can give him that."

She opened the door and gently put him down on the seat. She sat down on the opposite, closed the door and called to Jekyll.

"Get us there now! And hurry!"

She heard him call to the horses and the wagon jumped forward. She gently removed the bandage and cut the palm of her hands on her fangs. She dripped some of her blood on the wound and watched it close. She leaned down next to his head.

"You have to stay with us, Tom. I'm sorry I did this to you. You have to want to live, do you understand me?"

She kissed his cheek and repeated the first part over and over again.